Gemotions

The announcement had come, and with it, a strange sense of…nothing. He stood in the lobby, the paper crumpled in his fist. He was supposed to feel something, right? Anger? Sadness? He felt…blank. Numb.

He walked back to his apartment, the hallway lights flickering, mirroring the unsteady state of his mind. He opened the door, the familiar scent of old wood and dust greeting him. He dropped his keys on the counter.

He found himself staring at his reflection in the tarnished mirror above the bathroom sink. The face staring back was a stranger, etched with lines of disinterest and indifference. He felt like a ghost, haunting a life that had long since moved on. He had no direction, no ambition. No real reason to be anywhere.